Quotes About Independence

Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman.

You know me, gattina, you're just conditioned to think you can't trust anyone. He did that to you. Don't let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace.

Why are you so weak, ma petite ? This is not acceptable. She waved his concern aside. Is it acceptable for you to play around with other women? She didn't stop to think why it infuriated her, but it did. I've been taking care of myself for five years, Gregori, without your assistance. I don't need you, and I don't want you. And if I do have to have you around, a few rules are going to be followed.

She didn't want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He'd held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.

He'd loved that she'd fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn't what he wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed." 

He'd loved that she'd fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn't wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed.

That won't be necessary. They aren't living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.

Women, real women do not have to prove anything to men. We already know we're the superior gender.

He fought for his country, but mostly he fought for the people in his country so they had freedom to make choices. He just hoped they'd be good ones.

She wasn't asking his permission either. He wasn't in charge. She'd made that clear more than once. Shylah was an independent thinker, was used to working alone.

He wasn't worried about being alone. He was used to it. He'd been alone most of his life, even in the midst of a crowd. He could handle that, no problem.

If she drank enough, she might just dare to get on the back of his bike and ride off with him. She wouldn't look back. She wouldn't want to look back. He would be enough for her. She could make a life with him, she knew she could.

He was certain she had an infirmity, some rare, peculiar mental disorder from birth, that made her do the opposite of what any authority figure told her.

She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up.

I'd die for my club, but I want my own woman, one worthy of living for.

Don't even try that with me, Gregori." She included Mikhail in her stare. "And you, you big lunk, you would have gone along with him like the tree-swinging macho man you are. Watch these guys, Shea, they're impossible. They'll do anything to get their way." Shea found herself smiling. "So I've noticed.

by the time you're in college, you're responsible for what you do. Your moral code is developed

Whatever he did must work, Father, because I'm not the type to throw myself off a balcony because I've been away from a man a couple of hours." "I guess we should both be hoping Mikhail is getting a taste of his own medicine," Father Hummer said with a small smile.

No way, you wild man. You aren't Tarzan. I don't like heights. Put me down." "Close your eyes. Who is Tarzan? Not another male, I hope.

Mikhail paced beside her, studied her averted face. "You are going in the wrong direction, Raven." He put his hand at the small of her back to guide her. Raven stiffened, and then twisted away from him. "Maybe I don't want to go back, Mikhail.

Trap dictates," Cayenne said. She shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I decide whether or not I'm going to do what he says. If it matters more to him, I do it, if it matters more to me, I don't. It all works out.

Mikhail would never let me speak to you again if he could hear us. He thinks I'm too independent and disrespectful already." She shrugged carelessly. "It's probably true, but it's a lot of fun. I love the way he gets that pained look on his face. He's so cute." "Cute? I'll bet he likes that description.

Trap dictates," Cayenne said. She shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I decide whether or not I'm going to do what he says. If it matters more to him, I do it, if it matters more to me, I don't. It all works out." "Cayenne, marriage isn't a dictatorship," Bellisia said. "Tell Trap that." A ghost of a smile appeared on her face

Do not risk yourself , Gregori reprimanded. Mikhail grunted his annoyance. I am capable of protecting myself. So you say , Gregori retorted.